I used to teach and live in the inner-city in southern New England. It was a wonderful experience and I am grateful that I had the privilege to teach the children there. The gangs and crime did not bother me. But the substance abuse of the kids, the parents without any skills and/or resources to parent in a city that did not care, and finally, the deaths of my students drove me out. Two of my students were murdered. It took me years to recover from the last murder because he had been in my homeroom for two years and was responding positively to the mathematics I provided. He was 14 years old when he died.
The first year I lived in Vermont, that student's best friend was murdered on Christmas Eve. I can't forget how they would mess around and tease each other and the staff like kids do all over the world. They both worked hard when they were able. They wanted to have families and live lives like the rest of the world.
The photo above is of a mural that the students in my school created in their new lounge. Children always express hope for a better world.